Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
by Robert Frost
I first heard this poem declaimed by Fozzy Bear on the Muppet Show……. 🙂
Now in these dark days that follow
when death has trod along the path
laying bare souls, bleeding us hollow
leaving behind an anguished wrath
We seek solace in this black gloom
sharing memories of our friend
his smile could light a darkened room
a life well lived, too young to end
But who are we to question why
we may never know the reason
taking a breath, we heave a sigh
for each soul has its end season
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry Forms Quatrain
OLD ENOUGH TO DIE
Old enough to die
Maybe doctors will shut up
Let me die in peace
NOTE: After age 70 (three score and ten years) or so, obituaries tend to list “natural causes” as the cause of death. (By the way, I’m not yet 70 years old, and I’m not yet ready to die.)
WHERE DO CLOUDS COME FROM?
Where do clouds come from?
Smoky industrial plants?
Cough. Cough. Cough. Cough. Cough.
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st [ownest];
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
• As coach of the Boston Celtics, Red Auerbach used to pull out a cigar and smoke itwhenever the Celtics held a commanding lead in the final seconds of a game. This was done not so much to insult other teams as to insult the “higher-ups” of the NBA. Mr. Auerbach once said that when the higher-ups of the NBA were picking on him, he tried to find something he could do to aggravate them. However, he didn’t have any luck until he smoked a cigar one day while coaching a game. After the game, the higher-ups sent him a note saying that smoking cigars while sitting on the bench didn’t look good. Mr. Auerbach said that since reading the note, he has never been without a cigar.
• Soccer superstar Julie Foudy did a lot of work for an anti-smoking campaign, and in April of 1996 she visited the White House, where Donna Shalala, the Secretary of Health and Human Services, gave her a tour. Ms. Shalala stopped outside the Oval Office, where she asked a Secret Service agent if the President was in it. The agent said the President was, so Ms. Shalala said, “We can’t show you the room if he’s in there. Come on, let’s go down to the Cabinet Room.” The Secret Service agent was wrong, as Ms. Shalala and Ms. Foudy bumped into President Bill Clinton as he turned the corner. Ms. Foudy said, “We were just looking for you,” and they chatted for a while.
• Professional golfer Bryon Nelson once was offered $500 to endorse the cigarettes of a certain tobacco company. This was big money at the time, and Mr. Nelson accepted it. However, he had second thoughts when Sunday School teachers started writing him to ask, “How could you?” These letters upset Mr. Nelson, and he contacted the tobacco company and tried to give the money back. Unfortunately, the tobacco company refused to let him out of his contract and so the advertisements stayed in circulation.
• Ice skater Peggy Fleming’s father knew how to handle teenage smoking. When she was a young teenager, Peggy got hold of a pack of cigarettes and lit one up in the garage. Her father walked into the garage, saw her smoking, and said, “Hmm, you’re smoking? Great. I feel like smoking too. Why don’t we smoke together?” They ended up smoking the whole pack of cigarettes together. Young Peggy got sick, and she never smoked again.
• Alice Roosevelt Longworth, the daughter of Theodore Roosevelt, started to smoke while her father was President. He would not allow her to smoke inthe White House, so she used to climb up to the roof and smoke there. About his daughter, Mr. Roosevelt said, “I can do one of two things. I can be President of the United States, or I can control Alice. I cannot possibly do both.”
• Rod Serling found becoming a published author difficult. Early in his career, the magazines he submitted his work to sent him forty rejection slips in a row. However, once he began to become successful, his workload on such projects asThe Twilight Zonebecame enormous, and he smoked as much as four packs of cigarettes a day to help stimulate him enough to keep up with it.
• Rev. Gustave Weigel, S.J., once lit a cigar and began puffing on it contentedly following an interfaith dinner. A fundamentalist Protestant looked on, disgusted, and asked, “Don’t you Catholics believe that the body is a temple?” After the priest replied, “Yes,” the fundamentalist asked why he was putting smoke in it. Father Weigel replied, “You put sausage in it.”
• Famous pianist Adolphe Henselt suffered so badly from stage fright that he used to stay offstage until the very last minute, then rush onstage to play his solo before running offstage again. Once, he had to rush so quickly to the piano that he wasn’t able to put out his cigar first, so he had to smoke throughout his solo.
• Nelson Mandela’s father, Mphakanyiswa, probably died because of a heavy smoking habit. During the last days of his life, he coughed heavily, looked ill, and lost weight. Just before he died, he asked for his tobacco and pipe. Smoking stopped the heavy coughing, and he was peaceful as he smoked. He died an hour later with his pipe still lit.
• In the late 19th century, Francis Hodgson Burnett, author of A Little Princessand The Secret Garden, smoked, although smoking by women was considered scandalous at the time. Often, she took a puff from a cigarette in one hand, then took a bite of a cream peppermint in her other hand.
• A man who had fathered 16 children once appeared on You Bet Your Life. Groucho Marx asked, “Why do you have so many children?” The man answered, “Because I like my wife.” Groucho took a drag on his cigar, then said, “I like my cigar, too, but I take it out sometime.”
• TV commercials for the European jeans manufactured by Diesel sometimes addressed contemporary issues. One commercial was headlined, “How to smoke 145 cigarettes a day.” In it, a talking skull asks the viewers, “Man, who needs two lungs anyway?”
• Early cigarette advertising slogans were misleading, if not outright lies. The slogans “More doctors smoke Camels” and “Your mouth feels cleaner, your throat refreshed” seem to imply that smoking is healthy and does not make the smoker’s breath reek.
• Want to keep teenagers from starting to smoke? Columnist Sandy McIntosh suggests giving tobacco products new brand names. Instead of calling them Camel, Marlboro, and Virginia Slims, let’s call them Immature, Loser, and Pimples.
• George Burns smoked cigars on stage, but he was always careful not to blow smoke into his wife and partner’s face. He always walked out on stage to find out which way the smoke would blow before his and Gracie Allen’s act.
• After Dorothy Hamill won the gold medal in women’s figure skating at the 1976 Winter Olympic Games, a reporter asked, “What are you going to do now, Dorothy?” She joked, “I’m going to smoke a cigar.”
• Many Native Americans regard tobacco as a sacred plant. Often, they give tobacco to the Creator.
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